Carpathian funeral blasting the might of Satan

In this black sacrificial rite the clouds are black



Blood is raining from the sky

We enjoy it very much because we are vampires

And we don't need to hunt for our food

But we do because it has become a habit



A habitus nekromaur!

Our fangs are long and sharp to bite



The black eagle of Satan

and the owls in the forest

Hohoo's around

It is spooky and we are afraid

of Vlad Dracul!